Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Pretty Lies- AU

A/N: This was originally a bonus imagine on my Thomas Sangster imagines book so I decided it'd make more sense to move it to here.
Involves a bit of the song IDFC- BlackBear bc that songs amazing
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Draco's POV.

"I'm only a fool for him." I sobbed as I ran into the bathroom, staring into the mirror at my messy hair, and my eyes that seemed as if I hadn't slept in years.
They told the truth; I hadn't slept in weeks! I mean, how could I? I have to try so hard to be perfect whilst scar head can mess up all he wants and still be praised!

In a rare mixture of anger and sadness, I slammed my fists against the sink, launching anything in my view at no particular place.

"I don't fucking care anymore!" I shouted at my reflection, as if it was an actual human who I could share a thoughtful conversation with.
"Great. I'm talking to myself. I've really gone insane this time." I laughed shakily and clenched my jaw.
" 'Cause I have hella feelings for him..." I mumbled, tears dropping onto my palms, "I act like I don't fucking care," I squeezed my eyelids shut, in an attempt for them to stop burning, "'Cause I'm so fucking scared!"

Harry Potter, the golden boy of the school, hates me, and is most likely straight. I wouldn't be suprised if he had already hooked up with all the girls swarming over him.
I started to cry harder, and started my rageful throwing again.

Harry's POV.
I heard yelling and crying coming from Moaning Myrtles bathroom. The 'Out of Order' sign hung at an odd angle, as though it had been knocked. But Moaning Myrtle hardly ever left her toilet. And the cries... They sounded more masculine, along with the yells. Curiously, I wandered in, to ask whoever it was if they was okay.
The sight stunned me.

Malfoy was bent over the sink, his chest heaving up and down, although it seemed as though he was having a struggle to breathe.

His cries switched to sniffles as he turned to look at the door, which is when his amazing blue-grey eyes connected with mine.

"M-M-Malfoy?" I stuttered.

"Potter get out!" His eyes seemed dull, and his usual teasing smirk had left his face. Fear seemed to take over his body.

"Malfoy, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing! Scram!" He shouted, trying to shoo me away.

"Don't you understand I want to speak to you?! Can you not just shut your fucking mouth for a second and listen? Tell me what's wrong, Malfoy!"
My sudden outburst appeared to shock Draco, yet it got out an useful answer.

"Everything! I'm scared this guy I like is straight, and that they hate me, and I keep telling myself that I don't care but I do! I care so much, it kills! And I care that my parents don't want me; I'm a dissapointment to them! I-I don't want to hurt anyone, Potter, but they're forcing me to. I have no choice... Don't you see how fucked up I am?! How frightened and tortured?!"

I blinked several times, with a blank face. It hadn't occured to me that Draco Malfoy actually had feelings.

"You're gay?" Is all I managed to blurt out.

"Fuck sake, Potter! Of course I am!"

Silence filled the room until he started to violently shake his head and cry.

"G-get out. Potter, run. You don't want to be seen with me. I shouldn't be pouring my feelings out to you."

"Malfoy, I know you have no option. And I can't do anything alone to stop that fact. You should tell Dumbledore, what you- they're planning. We can all stop this, together. You don't have to hurt anyone when you're with me, Draco. I-I'll protect you, okay? Your parents are blind if they can't see your purpose and beauty; they're blind if they think you're a mistake. Draco Malfoy, you're the strongest boy I've ever known. You've went though all of this, and you're still standing... Breathing... Whoever you like, I'm sure they'll like you back. Who can't like you? They are a very lucky man, Malfoy."

I sighed, hiding my feelings instead of confessing them like I had planned. I always believed he was straight, because I'm gay too, and he's one of the cutest guys I've ever layed eyes on... I love him so much it hurts, but if it takes another man to make him happy, so be it.

"Y-You think?" His expression lightened. Malfoy whiped his tears and blushed lightly, staring at his feet.

"Draco, who is it? Who do you like?" I questioned, hopefully.

"Why do you care, Potter?" He emphasied on my last name, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I called you Draco, maybe start calling me Harry." I suggested, but my tone shown attitude.
He chuckled gently and playfully rolled his eyes with a sniffle.

"Harry. Okay fine. You need to promise not to tell anyone, because I know he wont like me back. He's obviously straight, with all the girls swarming over the scar head-"
He clapped a hand over his mouth. He had been speaking as if nobody else was there.

"It's me, isn't it?" I smirked and poked his chest, "I'm scar head, you always call that to me!"

"Shut up, Potter!" He growled, however it was acompanied by a furious blush.

"I can't believe you have a crush on me! How long?" I said cheerfully.

"Since Year 5," He muttered gently, "So 2 years. You still never noticed me, though. I mean, you're obviously straight, so can we drop the subject?"

"Straight? The only straight I am, is straight up! I've liked you since Year 4, Malfoy! Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" My smile pained my cheeks, but it just wouldn't move from my face.

"YOU'RE GAY?!" He gasped.
"Uhm yeah. Like everyone knew, gosh Malfoy, catch up on gossip." I sniggered teasingly.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me? You had liked me longer, and I didn't even know you prefered men! So why on earth would I confess my bloody feelings to you?" He looked a lot more happy now though luckily, to my delight.

"Ahahaha... True." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

"Wait... You don't like me, do you? Don't worry Potter, everybody does it. Sees poor old Draco shed a tear and everyone remembers he has feelings! So to try and make me feel better, they tell me pretty lies. Well I'm done with them! Life isn't pretty, Potter. It's the ugly truth, and you can't keep avoiding it." He hissed, suddenly doubting my love as tears threatened to flow down his cheeks again.

"I understand, Draco. But you don't. I really DO love you, Malfoy. Your smile brightens up my world, and god you're so hot and feisty! That's why you remind me of a cute baby dragon..." I ranted on, "And I can prove it aswell."

"What that I remind you off a dragon?" His facial features twisted into a puzzled expression, making me giggle a bit.
"No! That I love you! Watch."

I leaned in and pressed my lips against Draco's. He tensed up before melting into the kiss.
As we both pulled away, I grinned.

"So you like me? Like, really love me?" He asked excitedly.
"I love you more than I can ever possibly express to you. Now come on, stop crying. Let's get you cleaned up, my baby dragon."

He blushed a violent shade of scarlet again, making me laugh and peck his cheek.

After I had him cleaned up, he explained everything to Dumbledore and Professor Mcgonagall, and Voldemort was defeated in war, by the power of love, respect and honour that Hogwarts shared.
And Draco Malfoy never had to cry in another bathroom again, because if he did ever feel the need to cry, it'd be in my arms...